The Story
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Those six ugly words.
These are six words I’m sick to death of hearing, but they landed on my Sunday paper recently. Continue reading
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The camel and the eye of the needle.
If you’ve ever thought money would make all your dreams come true, read this story of the Kelly family (name changed for privacy). Continue reading
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If I had one wish.
WARNING: If you are transphobic or trans-exclusionary, save yourself some time and move on. My life has been a wild ride, and I think that is what happens when your insides don’t match your outsides. For as long as I can remember, I have wanted to be one of the brothers in my family. Instead, Continue reading
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Softly, softly.
Writers, musicians, poets, and madmen are like the candy you’ll find in a Valentine’s heart box. On the outside, we are shiny and appear to be solid. Inside we are soft and easily broken, full of goodness that can be destroyed in an instant. People call those who create narcissistic, showy, selfish, or worse. In Continue reading
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When the dead come to visit.
Do the dead come to visit you? Are you afraid of things that go bump in the night? Or are you okay with those dream (or waking) visions of loved ones who have died? Continue reading
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The value of a good doctor.
On July 2nd, Dr. Susan Love died of recurrent leukemia. I’m sure she fought with courage and a little bravado the disease (cancer) she had spent her career waging war against. I’m sure she was attended by the best doctors money could buy. She deserved that. After all, her work saved my life and countless Continue reading
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So many goodbyes.
Tomorrow I will travel to the coast to support my friend and her family as they say goodbye to their eldest child, another life lost to overdose death, the second in their family. This is the same way I lost my daughter, and I know intimately how bloody hard it is to deal with not Continue reading
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If I had a magic wand.
If I had a magic wand, what would I do with it? What would you do? Continue reading
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Complicated and complete.
So many regrets. So much left behind. Continue reading
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My father versus God.
The war broke my father, just as surely as it made him a “hero.” Continue reading
About Me
A writer and solitary soul in the mountains of Western North Carolina.
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